I stopped my retort before it even had the chance to bubble forth in my throat. Of course I would be quiet; silence was all I had known for the past six years. Since they came and brought with them chaos
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It's amazing to me that other people can describe me, even, as aloof when the best-fitted adjective for me is and always has been (always will be?) desperate.
But she texts me and says, "Whenever I think of you I cry, because you're leaving us," and I think: Would you rather I be in despair?
I'm sure she's drunk, so I won't respond. But.. in some abstract way, it still hurts a little. To be guilted, regardless of feeling no guilt, is in itself an awful thing.